Nate

"I recognize that you've made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it." RP OC | 18+ Side blog of stringsofdiscord

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Don’t Panic.

I’m moving to another blog, but you can just keep replying as normal. I’ll be checking this account when I can and then just reply there. Nothing has changed but location.

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Need to move this account at some point. Bla!

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NATE ( ubigfool )

He stepped away and took a swig of his drink, his shoulders nudging in half a shrug. “Scoring some free food, obviously.”

He turned to walk back to the couch. “And neighbor is renovating, can’t sleep, It’s like he’s bringing the place down with the child of a Jackhammers and Wrecking ball.” Lies. His girlfriend was back in town, and he was trying to figure out what to do about it. Hench avoid responsibilities.

❛ the fact that you’re making said “ FREE ” food and giving me some is only temporarily extending your welcome. don’t push it, ❜ he warned. but of course, they both knew that nate would continue to come back unannounced, and kit would willingly let him stay.

❛ fine, fair enough. ❜ not really. ❛ but a call once in a while to maybe announce your arrival would be appreciated. ❜ 

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“Such a nice brother, whatever did I do to deserve you,” words dripping with sarcasm. “So, to maximize my time with my poor beloved brother, how long exactly is this ‘temporary?’” A hand played in the air, gesturing with the bottle as he continued to rambled aka explained. “Does it shorten with each said ‘free’ food offer? Or does it have a consistant time frame? Cause I mean if it is consistent, then I could potentially create an endless loop, which means! You will be stuck with me forever...... Isn’t that great?”

"I would call, but I can’t remember under which name I placed you. Dipshit, asshat or Poop D double O G. Might just be under brother.”

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NATE.

“I don’t need you to help clean up my mess, what I need you to do is forget you saw anything and never mention it to my brother. Simple, easy to remember, comes in only two steps. You think you can handle that?”

“sounds pretty COMPLICATED to me. maybe it’d be easier for me to understand if I actually got something out of it, y’know, besides the warm, fuzzy feeling.”

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“.......” Nate exhaled a deep sigh as he moved to pick up a few things from the table, half eaten packets of chips, cups, bottles, narcotics, broken glass ...yada yada. Shit left from a social gathering of some old ‘friends’. His place was a mess but he wasn’t, he was in clean clothes,  and kinda smelled nice, which suggest he took a shower not to long ago. His knuckles were bruised though.

 He kicked open the bin, dumped half the shit he picked up in it, fished out a  plate he didn’t mean to drop in there and place it in the basin. Another sigh. He leaned against the counter.

“What do you want?”

 “How much for your silence? I got like..

"40 bucks in my wallet and...like..three shots worth of Absinth’s in this bottle.”

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"We should throw a party." -ubigfool

“only if we get your brother to pay for it.”

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“Deal.” 

“We're going to need a scapegoat.”

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"Did your mama tell you, you can be anything? You can be an astronaut. You can be the president, but you chose to be a dick. Now you got to live with it." ~ Love Nate.

     he wanted to tell his brother that he hadn’t chosen anything – that he never got the chance. that LIFE had handed him a random deck of cards just like everyone else ( – he wasn’t special ). but that all sounded like an EXCUSE. and maybe it was, but he felt it anyway. ❛ yeah but at least i chose, ❜ he muttered. ❛ i’d rather not be someone’s little puppet for the rest of my life – compared to others, at least i’m being real with myself. ❜

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Nate arched a brow then chuckled. “Whoooaaa,” he dragged out as he leaned back then took another swig of his drink, a smile on his face but mind linger on shit probably best left alone. "Do we really though? Have a choice? Or are we just the product of our parents mistakes?” His eyes widen as he said that then stepped closer. “ Maybe in some alternate universe , you are actually quite a nice guy.”

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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees. It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt,  hang me on a tree. After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company!

The Dead South

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